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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.