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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Nas,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.