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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Organ,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.