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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.