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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
John Holt,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.