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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Deakin,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.