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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.