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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.