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 Mexico 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.