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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.