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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Television,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.