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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Amazonics 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.