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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.