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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
CMW,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Audionom,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.