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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.