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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Faust,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.