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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Index,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.