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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.