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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.