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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
the Association,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.