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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.