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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.