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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.