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 Angola and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.