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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Five Americans to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.