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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Nas,
JFA,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.