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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.