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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.