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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Swans,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.