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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.