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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.