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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 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 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.