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 Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.