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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.