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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.