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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
DNA,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.