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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.