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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.