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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
The Gories,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.