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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.