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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Standells to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.