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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.