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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.