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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.