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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.