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 Spain 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Can,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.