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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.