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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Pole,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
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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.