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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.