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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.