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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s 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 MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
X-101,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.