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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.