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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
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.