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 Peru and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.