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 Maldives 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Index to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Index,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.