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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.