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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.