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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.