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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.