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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.