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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Echospace to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.