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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Ice-T 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.