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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.