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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Rekid,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
EPMD,
The Move,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.