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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.