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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.