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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
PIL,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.