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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
X-102,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.