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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.