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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.