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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.