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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.