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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.