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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.