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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.