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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.