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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.