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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.