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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.