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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.