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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.