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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.