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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.