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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Invisible to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.