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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.