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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.