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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.