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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.