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 Lithuania and from London.
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 Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.