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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.