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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.