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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.