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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.