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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.