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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Index,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.