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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.