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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
John Cale,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.