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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.