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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.