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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.