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 Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Swans,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.