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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.