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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.