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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.