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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.