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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.