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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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?
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.