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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.