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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Grass Roots 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Gong,
Oneida,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.