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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.