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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.