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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
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,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.