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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.