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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.