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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.