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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.