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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Fear,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.