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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.