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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.