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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.