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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Section 25,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.