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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.