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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.