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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Index,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.