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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
June Days,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.