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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
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.