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 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.