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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Nico,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Index,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.