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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.