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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.