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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.