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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.