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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Monks,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.