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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.