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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.