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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.