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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.