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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.