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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.