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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.