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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.