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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.