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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.