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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.