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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 CMW to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.