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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.