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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.