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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.