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 Syria 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.