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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.