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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.