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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.