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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.