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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.