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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.