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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.