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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
10cc,
X-101,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.