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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.