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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.