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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.