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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.