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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Skarface,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.