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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.