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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.