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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.