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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.