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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Hoover 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.