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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.