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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.