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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.