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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.