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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.