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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.