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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.