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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
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Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.