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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.