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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.