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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.