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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Nas 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.