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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.