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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
CMW,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.