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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.