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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.