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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.