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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Quantec,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.