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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.