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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Franke 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.