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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.