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 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.