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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.