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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.