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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.