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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Unwound,
The Names,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.