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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.