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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.