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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Josef K,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.