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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.