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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.