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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.