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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Oneida,
The Move,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Skaos,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.