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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.