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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.