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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.