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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.