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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.