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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.