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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.