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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.