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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.