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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Model 500 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.