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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.