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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.