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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.