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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.