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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.