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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.