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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.