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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Index,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.