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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.