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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Television,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.