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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Liliput,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Index,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.