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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Interpol,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.