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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.