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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.