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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.