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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.