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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.