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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.