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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.