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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
The Move,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.