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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.