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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.