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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.