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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.