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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.