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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
PIL,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.