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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
the Swans,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.