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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.