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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.