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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.