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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.