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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.