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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.