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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.