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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.