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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.