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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.