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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.