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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Magma,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.