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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.