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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.