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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.