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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
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.