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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.