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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.