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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.