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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.