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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.