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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.