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 India and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.