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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Can,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.