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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.