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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 EPMD 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.