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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.