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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.