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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wells. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.