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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.