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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.