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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Audionom,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.