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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
the Association,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.