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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.