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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
MDC,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.