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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.