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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
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.