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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Hoover,
Wings,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.