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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.