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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.