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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Babytalk,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.