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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.