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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.