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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.