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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Pole,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.