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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
The Martian,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
X-101,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.