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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.