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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.