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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
MC5,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.