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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.