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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.