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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.