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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.