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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The Human League,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.