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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
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.