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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.