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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.