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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
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.