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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.