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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.