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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.