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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.