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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.