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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.