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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.