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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.