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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.