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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.