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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.