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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.