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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Index,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.