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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.