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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Organ,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.