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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Monks,
The Residents,
Skriet,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.