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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.