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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.