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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.