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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.