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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.