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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.