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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.