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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Gong,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.