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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.