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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Mandrill 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
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.