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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.