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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Crime,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.