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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.