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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.