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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.