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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.