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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.