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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.