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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.