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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.