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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.