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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.