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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.