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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.