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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.