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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.