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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Suicide,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.