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 United Kingdom 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.