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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Mars,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.