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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.