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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Wire,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.