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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.