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 Spain and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.