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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Quantec,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.