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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.