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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.