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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.