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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.