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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.