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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.