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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.