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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.