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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
JFA,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
ABC,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.