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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.