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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.