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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.