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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Trumans Water 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.