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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Organ,
The Martian,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.