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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.