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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.