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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Mars,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.