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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.