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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
AZ,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.