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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.