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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Faust,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.