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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Q65,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.