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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.