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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
X-102,
the Normal,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.