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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.