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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
cv313,
DNA,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.