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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.