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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
The Names,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.