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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.