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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the rap 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.