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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.