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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.