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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Nas,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.