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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Can,
Make Up,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.