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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.