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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Slits,
PIL,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
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.