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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.