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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.