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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
X-101,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.