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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.