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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.