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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Offenders to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.