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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.