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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.