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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.