Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.