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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.