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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.