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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Japan,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Sparks,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.