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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.