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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.