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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Gong,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.