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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.