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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.