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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.