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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.