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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Pole,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.