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 Morocco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.