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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Residents to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Deakin,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.