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 Tanzania 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.