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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.