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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.