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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pus 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.