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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
UT,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.