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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.