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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.