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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.