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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.