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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Can,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.