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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.