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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.