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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Evens to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.