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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.