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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.