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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.