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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.