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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Technova to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.