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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.