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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.