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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.