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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
UT,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.