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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Gong,
The Move,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.