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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Fuzztones 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.