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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Pole,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.