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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
CMW,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.