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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.