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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.