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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.