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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.