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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.