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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Magma,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.