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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Nas,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.