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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.