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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.