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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.