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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.