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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.