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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.