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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.