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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.