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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Scientists,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.