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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.