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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.