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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.