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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.