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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.