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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.