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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.