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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.