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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.