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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.