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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.