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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.