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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.