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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.