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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
June Days,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.