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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
UT,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.