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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Television,
Oneida,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Mars,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.