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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.