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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Lungfish to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Model 500,
The Residents,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
The Index,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.