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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.