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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.