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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.