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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.