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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.