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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.