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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.