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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.