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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Last Poets,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
The Move,
The Remains,
Wings,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.