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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
World's Most,
Pagans,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.