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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.