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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.