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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.