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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.