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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
ABBA,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.