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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Can,
Arcadia,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.