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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.