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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.