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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.