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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.