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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.