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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Skarface,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.