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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.