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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.