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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.