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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.