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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Pagans,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.