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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.