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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.