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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Quantec,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.