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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.