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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth 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?
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.