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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.