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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
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.