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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.