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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.