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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.