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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.