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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.