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 Croatia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.