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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.