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 Portugal 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Brick,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.