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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.