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 Syria and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.