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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
UT,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.