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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Oneida,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.