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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.